The Old Man Reciting His Title
I am the Old Man
My age?
Ah, does that still matter?
My title is called decrepit, or so they say
A title that wraps around my wrinkles
A title that wraps around my blurred eyes
A title that wraps around my dimming ears
Some say I have no strength,
but isn’t my age my strength?
Some say I have no power,
but isn’t my age my power?
Ah, does that still matter?
How ironic! It seems my title is making my memory fade
It seems my title is also making people fade away
Ah, does that still matter?
One thing is clear to me
If people remember me, it means they want to remember me
They remember me however they wish
If people don’t remember me, it means they don’t want to remember me
I faded away...
Yanma Hidayah
Wed 15th Jan 2025 06:21
Thank you so much for your thoughtful and encouraging words! I'm deeply touched that the poem resonated with you in such a meaningful way. Aging is often seen as a challenge, but I wanted to highlight it as a source of strength and wisdom, and I'm glad that message came through. Your interpretation of the themes of memory, identity, and connection truly honors the intention behind the poem. I deeply appreciate your support, Thank you @Sourajit Nandi